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Snake Charmer - Theo Nott x reader
Word count: 1.6k
Description: Theo yearns for you, and yet you can't help but push him away, until you can't anymore
fluff
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It was hard to resist the charm of Theodore Nott.
sitting still, almost breathless, the innocence of charms class, passing by the minute.
Except it wasn't, because time stands still when Theodore's eyes constantly find yours.
You push your hair back, you adjust in your seat, you draw on the spine of your empty page, anything to avoid the twinkle in his eye.
It shouldn't be that easy to make you swoon, you think as the heat rises to your cheeks, 'go away teddy,' you wish you could say as you let out a huff of breath you didn't know you were holding in.
Finally dismissed, you practically fly out of the classroom, head down, avoiding those rich chocolate eyes that feel like they can read your every thought.
You think you've escaped him as you head down the crowded corridor, that is, until you feel a hand slide to the small of your back, and your books slipping from your hands to his, theo.
"I can carry them myself" you insist, your hands reaching back for your books
"Don't protest, just relax and let me help you" he lips melting into a smile that almost makes you allow his little act of service
"mhm hmm", you almost tease, forcing the books away from his grip
"Back where they belong" you mutter, holding the hardcovers to your chest
"Are you coming to Hogs this weekend?" he asks, jogging a few paces ahead so he can fully face you
"Theodore you have defence now and I have herbology, you're walking the wrong way" you reply, avoiding actually answering him
"Oh, so you do pay attention, you know what I have next?" he laughs "I'm glad, I thought I was going crazy trying to get you to notice me" he continues
You'd be caught, but it wasn't enough to give in
"Please, Theodore, I only know what you have next because you were complaining so loudly in the common room last night, I think our whole house knows your schedule by now" you say, turning the corner.
He should've made way to his class by now, he will be late, so when you stop walking, he halts in unison, you drop your books down on a nearby ledge, and gently but quickly place your hands on his shoulders, turning him around to set his route straight
"That way" you tilt your head in the direction of his class, releasing your hands from him, he almost flinches like you had just given him everything and then taken away the universe.
You keep walking, looking back to where Theodore remains still, staring.
You shake your head.
You also shake down your smile.
By the time the day was over, you headed to the common room, where you find him instantly, fighting with his lighter to start his cigarette with no success, you watch him closly as he drops to the floor by the fireplace, caustiouly leaning into the fire, the cigrartte that hangs from his mouth catches and ignites, he rolls over away from the fire, his hands moving to rest behind his head
"Hi" he smiles, smoke crowding his face
"Thats a dangerous act you just pulled, Theodore", you say rising your brows in disapproval
Before he could reply, Pansys stormed in and slumped into the couch beside you
"You're a real piece of work Theodore" she grits
"A sexy piece of work" Mattheo jokes, nudging Theo's leg before dropping into the single armchair
Pansy rolls her eyes, "What did he do now?" Blaise asks, placing a quick kiss on her cheek before settling with an arm around her
"I've got detention, because I didn't finish my project, because my partner didn't show up to class, and the work was too much for one person to finish" she says, eyes wide as she stares at theodore
"If looks could kill, Pans" Enzo laughs
"Oh Theodore, when will you learn" Draco disaproves standing above Theo
"I didn't go to class because someone" he says, looking directly at you, while you still look like a deer in headlights
"Ran away from me again, why do you run?" he says softly, head tilted, eyes dreamy
"I don't run!" you blurt defensively
"Right, I'm sorry, you flee". He says his hand is clenching his heart
"I do not" your whole body on fire and all eyes watching you
You're ripped out of your trance as pansys arm smacks your shoulder
"I knew you had something to do with it, ughhh!" she complains
"I'm innocent!" you deflect slapping her back, Blaise stuck in the crossfire
"You are not. I skipped class and smoked two packs of cigarettes to try and mend my broken heart" Theo sighs, finally standing up
"There you go, Pans, just explain that to Snape that Theos is heartbroken and all will be well" Enzo smiles
Pansy narrows her eyes between the two of you. “If I fail this term because he’s in love, I will hex you all.”
“I’m not in love,” Theo says instantly.
Too instantly.
Mattheo makes a noise of disbelief. “You wrote her initials in the condensation on the window this morning.”
“That was absent-minded,” Theo snaps.
“That was humiliating,” Draco corrects.
You stare at him.
His jaw tightens, just slightly. A crack in the performance.
“You’re all very dramatic,” you say
“No,” Theo replies quietly. “I’m very patient.”
You take a shaky breath, gathering yourself to leave "Where are you going?" Theo says too close
"Back to my dorm" You say, walking away
"See! Fleeing!" Theodore calls out behind you, it makes you stop, you turn around faster than you intended, until you're once again face to face with sweet teddy bear nott
"I do not flee." Your face is wearing a serious expression
"You've done it twice just today" he challenges, inching closer
"What do you want from me Theo?" you say sternly
“I want you to stop pretending you don’t feel it.” he returns
“You look at me like I’ve done something terrible,” he continues softly. “Like I’ve unsettled you.”
“You have,” you whisper, forgetting the room wasn't full of your friends
Good,” he says, voice barely above the crackle of the fire. “Because you’ve ruined me.”
Mattheo groans loudly, breaking the silence, but not the tension, “Merlin, this is nauseating.”
Draco throws himself onto the sofa. “If he starts reciting poetry, I’m transferring.”
Theo doesn’t break eye contact.
“I missed class because I couldn’t stand the idea of you avoiding me again,” he admits. “I thought if I skipped it, at least I’d have an excuse to be miserable.”
"Merlin Theo, I can't win with you" you sigh, pushing past him back towards your dorm
"No, I can't win with you" he huffs
"Actually, I'm the real loser, with detention, if you two needed the reminder" Pansy calls out, waving her hands
"Shut it Pans" Theo says, lighting another smoke, watching you disappear into the stairs
"Smoking that much is going to kill you" Blaise warns him
"That's not what's going to kill me" he says, inhaling
It's quiet in your room, hours have past and you wish you could stop thinking about him. Your legs move before you can stop yourself, too quickly, until you reach the heavy wooden door of Theo's dorm.
You knock too hard, you can hear his footsteps and his hand reaching and twisting the doorknob
"Hi", you say breathless
"You're out of breath" he almost laughs
"Well, I ran" you almost laugh
"Classic" he snorts
You search his face, you find his eyes, as they bore into you and before you can say anything else, you step forward and kiss him.
You kiss him gently, he kisses you back as if he doesn't, he would drop dead, he doesn't pull away, when you do, you rest your hands on his chest.
Your mouth opens to explain, but he interrupts, placing pecks on your lips
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
You almost laugh into the fifth one.
"You really are a runner", he can't help his aching smile
“No more cigarettes for heartbreak,” you say quietly.
“No more running,” he smirks
“Deal.” You smile in return as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, moving you both into his dorm.
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A lot has happened for me recently - I turned 21, started a new year, I hope to grow in 2026. I don't usually get too personal about my writing and its progress.
I have taken a noticeable absence from writing for the last few months. Thank you all for as always being patient with me.
I think I started struggling in full transparency, in a fully selfish way, because I write for such a niche character, it was hard to feel like I was making real progress in terms of my work getting attention and my page growing. IT HAS grown, I just hit 1000 followers, and my heart is bursting, but with full-time uni and work, I couldn't manage the amount I was once writing and began to feel robbed of time, my enagement on my page has always been pretty dry in terms of being able to have mutuals and making friends etc, something I propebly expected to happen but hasn't yet. I experience a lot of writer's guilt.
Anyway, I am going to start writing again without any expectations of myself.
Carpe Diem.
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I have been so flat out at uni
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drug dealer Mattheo imagine
Lines being cut on the table of the common room, bags getting filled on Mattheo's lap.
People chatting around him, he doesn't hear a thing, concentrating on getting everything packed so he can go to sleep and sell tomorrow.
As Pansy runs in out of breath quickly slamming the doors shut behind her, "Mattheo, Snape's on his way here" she breaths out
he ignores her.
"Let's help him get this shit hidden" Enzo says as he goes to moves Mattheo stock
Mattheo is quick to grab Enzo's wrist. "Don't touch shit" he says dropping his hand harshly
"He's trying to help you, idiot, put it way?!" Theo exclaims
"Does it look like I give a fuck?" Mattheo raises his voice, his face turning around to address them all at once
"Please baby" you whine "I don't want you expelled" pleading with your eyes
"For fuck sake!" Mattheo yells out, getting a thick tablecloth, throwing over this set-up, concealing what's beneath
"Sick of this fucking school and the dumbass teachers getting in the way of my business" he practically sings, sitting on the couch, leaning back, knee bouncing, eager to continue.
You hum in agreement to satisfy his rant as he throws an arm around you
"sick of this shit" he mutters into your hair
"I know" you smile quickly
"Oh relax, you'll sell out in two days, quit your whining" Draco adds from across
"Yeah, fuck you, you just bought yourself a spot on my 'no drugs for Draco list' hisses Matteo pointing at Dray, eyes scanning around
"You too, Blaise, I see that fucking side eye!" he continues
"You know what, no drugs for any of you fuckers!" he finishes with one final yell.
Hey girl, got a request!
Jealous Theo who is betrothed to you and you guys are in the same friend group but avoid each other because you both feel forced by your parents. Secretly like each other and secretly trying to make the other jealous until Theo can’t handle it anymore 😍🥰😋
I LOVE this sssssm i had so much fun writing, I hope you enjoy darling x
word count: 2.7K
Slow-burning lovers arranged marriage trope
Warning: Mild language, Sexual implied but not explicitly stated
also unedited, spelling and grammar is defiently off but its 2;30 am and I cbf re-reading and editing lmao.
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You know that it's not normal to be betrothed at seventeen.
You know that it's not normal to not talk to your finance.
You had both been told of the wedding plans over tea on an arbitrary Tuesday morning, you and your parents on one side of the table, Theodore and his on the other.
You didn't know if you had choked or spat out your piping-hot English Breakfast; maybe it was both, but what you do remember for certain is that Theodore didn't flinch.
That's what frustrated you most about him, his cold, gargoylish face always so unflinching, so unfeeling, it told you nothing, it never had in your whole existence of knowing Theo.
Fast forward to now, you feel everything so deeply nowadays, every sense, every temperature, every sound, every sensation by tenfold. As you look down at your hand weakly resting on the great hall dining table, you can't avoid the rock on your finger; no one can really.
You hear it all the time, you were surrounded by teenage romantics after all, the girls would stop you in hallways and squeal over the shining thing that decorated the finger beside your pinky.
It seemed like everyone stared at your ring, except the one who gave it to you.
When he slipped it on your hand, he didn't smile; his hands steady below your own, his eyes only meeting yours for a second.
You can't blame him, since the two of you were put in this arrangement, you had both pulled desperately away from each other.
How could either of you continue a friendship knowing that you're bound for life.
So that's how it continued, you would both sit on opposite sides of the couch when in the common room, Pansy, Draco and Blaise filling the space between you two.
You would walk into the library, scan the aisles of books, and find Theo browsing for his own. You turned on your heels and left; it was easier that way, you thought. He thought so too.
You thought about him too much for someone so distant, but that was the trouble, having the same friends, growing up together, forced proximity, you could only avoid him so much. There was no limit on how much you could think about him though, your brain couldn't shut him out or off, more than you could ever admit to yourself.
You lie facing the dark green ceiling of Pansy's bedroom, entranced in a daydream, that is of course, until you feel your hand aggressively yanked up by Pansys not so soft hand. "Look at the size of this thing", She laughed "I'll never understand how you got so lucky" she huffed
"Lucky, Lucky" you laughed in return, sitting upright "What's lucky about this?" you continue
"Yes, lucky honey, if it all turns sour, this ring will get you at least one hundred thousand galleons from a shady store in Diagon", she laughed
"Mhm" you hum, your mind occupied
"So have you guys, you know-" Pansy pries, elbowing you gently
"Pans, we don't speak, let alone" you pause and elbow her back
"I bet you want to" she smiles
"Pansy!" You almost scream, throwing a pillow in her direction
She's too quick catching the pillow and returning it to you with force "He's your finance! You should be doing all that and more", she retaliates
"And would you look at that, you're so blushing and you so want him" she continues
you felt your cheeks on fire, hiding your face into her pillow
you mutter a response into the pillow, she rips it from under you, demanding you repeat what you had said
"I said I don't know what to do, Pans! Besides he's always flirting with girls in front of me, there's something that's hidden deep in my heart"
She looks at you blankly, before her face erupts, "I knew it, I bloody knew you had in fact have something for him, and you didn't tell me until now?" she shrieks
"Pansy, I just admitted it to myself, literally as the words just left my mouth" You huff, "I don't know what to do" you almost frown
"test the waters, tease him a little" she explains
"Tease him how?" you question wide eyes looking as clueless as ever
"Oh my lovely innocent duckling, flirt with someone else in front of him and if he reacts, then you know he feels the same, you've never played the game back" Pansy praised her hand gently brushing your hair with her fingers
"Maybe with Enzo?" you suggest
"Yes! Exactly with Enzo, Merlin Theo is going to rage, our best friend Lorenzo and his fiancée," She giggles, sprinting into her wardrobe she begins to throw clothes your way shouting from a distance "Wear something of mine, something short, Oh my, could this get any better it's Enzo's birthday tomorrow, a Randevu with the birthday boy, Perfect, just perfect! at his party you need to..." Pansy rambled on and on you take a deep breath losing focus of her words, instead you picture a certain someone shutting your eyes tight, you tried to squeeze his face out of your imagination.
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The next night, the common room is glowing green with enchanted lanterns, loud with music and louder chaos. Draco spiked the butterbeer, and Blaise has his wand extended as he runs through the road, levitating cake through the air, slapping pansy ass with his free hand as he passes
"You look edible. All you have to do is exist near Enzo, and Theo’ll combust.” Pansy says over the music
You open your mouth to reply, something sarcastic, maybe some reluctance, but your breath hitches instead.
Because Theo is already flirting.
He’s seated on the far couch, his legs man spread with a girl draped on the arm beside him. Ravenclaw, you think you recognise her, but your eyes squint as you watch her nails tracing the edge of his sleeve as she leans into his shoulder.
You feel it immediately a sharp, dizzy twist low in your stomach. Like jealousy poured into your body and absorbed into your ribs.
Your stomach churns with a sharpness you couldn't ignore this time.
Pansy clocks it instantly. “Oh. Oh. He’s trying to get a reaction.”
“Well, he’s about to get one,” you mutter, already scanning the room for Enzo, you feel Pansy adjust your skirt even higher than it already is.
Just as you move, Pansy grabs your hand. “Wait. Let me try it on.”
“What?” you blink.
“The ring. Just for a second.” She holds out her hand dramatically, already a few drinks in, eyes glittering. “Come on, I'm gonna go show Blaise how good I'd look with one on, maybe he'll pop the question on the spot" she pokes her tongue out
You roll your eyes but pull it off, hesitating just a moment before she snatches, slipping it onto her finger. It feels naked. Your skin misses it immediately, as if it were never meant to come off at all.
Pansy slips it onto her finger with a mock gasp. “Look at me,” she sighs, lifting her hand towards Blaise,
You don’t laugh. You can’t.
Instead, you turn, heels clicking toward Enzo.
You stumble through the crowd, Enzo at the drinks table, already halfway through something deadly-looking. His smile spreads wide when he sees you.
“Birthday boy,” you sing, running a finger lightly up his arm. “How lucky am I to spend your birthday with you?” you smile widely
“Is this sweetness my birthday present?” he grins, playing along instantly, as his own hands trail up your waist “Now what about your fiance, you remember him sorta my best friend, would sorta kick both our asses”
You lean in, letting your lips graze his jaw. “I have no idea what you mean.”
Setting your eyes toward Theo, your hand slowly makes its way to cup Enzo's face, eyes still glued to Theodore as Enzo entertains this forthcoming and dangerous game.
You want him to see every inch of it.
But when your eyes flick back to the couch,
He’s gone.
You return your gaze to Lorenzo, who is smiling up a thunderstorm, before you can even straighten up, a familiar hand curls around your arm.
You’re yanked back with a roughness that makes you gasp, the drink nearly slipping from your fingers.
You hear Enzo laugh in the distance, but it's all happening too fast.
“Theo—” you start, but he’s already pulling you away from it all, through the throng of people, past a very pleased Pansy and out into the corridor.
He drags you through the room like a man possessed. Through the bodies, through the music, through the haze of alcohol and flickering light.
The common room door slams shut behind you.
And suddenly it’s just you and him in the corridor, you suddenly feel the cold of the night shiver down your spine
Your pulse is thudding against your throat.
“What the fuck was that?” you demand, yanking your arm back
He spins to face you, chest heaving. “Where’s your ring?”
“What?”
“Don’t play stupid with me. Where. Is. Your. Fucking. Ring.”
You’re stunned silent.
He’s never spoken to you like this. Never looked at you like this.
“Pansy asked to try it on and-” you almost stutter through your words, he's never been so close to you
“And you gave it to her?” he interrupts
You're breathless. “It’s just a ring.”
His face twists. “Don’t say that.”
“It is,” you snap. “You never even looked at it before. You flirt with girls in front of me like I don’t exist, so don't act like it matters or that we're in a real relationship, ok, don't pretend now you suddenly care that I’m not wearing it-" your pleading broken eyes are betraying the coldness in your voice
“I chose you!”
The words ring through the corridor like a spell.
You freeze.
“What?”
His fists fidget and clench at his sides, like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands like he's fighting his all to not out them on your hips to stabilise himself.
“My parents wanted me to marry Daphne Greengrass,” he grits out. “That's who they suggested first, but I refused"
You swallow your heart in your throat.
“I told them it would be you or I wouldn’t be anyone. That if it wasn't you that their bloodline ould die with me” he stops himself, jaw locking. “Our families have always been close so I convinced them and fucking hell it wasn't easy. My father owed Daphnes father a favour; he would've returned it with an engagement but my parents and your parents get along so well, they came to agreement”
Your breathing picked up at a pace you couldn't control
“I wanted you,” he says. “I have always wanted you.” he inches closer
You stare at him, barely breathing. The corridor seems to shrink around you.
"Do you know how much I've missed our friendship Theodore?" you hiss
"I know and I-" he begins
"No, you pushed away completely, I thought you hated me, it was killing me" You couldn't control yourself, you began to shove his chest hard yet completely ineffectivly
"You wanted me? You never- fucking- showed- it" you continue with your pathetic attempts of aggression, until his hands so disciplined and sturdy grabbed hold of your wrist, halting another push
“Because the second I touch you-” his voice breaks, his eyes wild“I won’t be able to stop. I’ve spent months trying to keep it together. Do you have any idea what it’s been like, watching you avoid me, watching you pretend I’m not in the room, while I’ve been trying to be decent-?”
You step forward before you can stop yourself
“You don’t have to be decent anymore.”
The air between you trembles.
He looks at you like he might come undone.
“You’re mine,” he whispers as your foreheads fall together to connect
“I know,” you say, voice shaking, not brave enough to look into his eyes
“And you’re not taking that ring off again.” you feel his head shake in disapproval
You nod, slowly desperately. “I'll go get it"
"Don't move alright, stay here" his hands in yours unwillingly part as he disappears back into the party. You look around for the first time since arriving in the corridor, and before your can take a healthy breaht into your lungs, Theodore's hand is on your back, stealing your oxygen again.
"Shit-head fucking Pasny" he mutters as he toweres over you
He slides the ring back onto your finger with trembling hands, his breath ragged, his gaze locked on yours like it would kill him to look away.
And then?
He kisses you.
Not soft. Not sweet.
But hard, and angry, and starved. Like he’s putting the choice into your mouth, reminding you who you belong to and exactly why.
All tongue and teeth and months of swallowed rage. He kisses like he fights you, consuming, ruthless.
Your back hits the wall of the corridor, and he presses his whole body into yours, like he needs you under him, around him, everywhere all at once. You gasp into his mouth, and the sound makes him groan.
“I hate that you made me watch that shit you pulled with Enzo,” he growls against your lips, biting down softly before kissing you again, harder. “I hate that you knew I’d snap.”
“I wanted you to,” you gasp.
He pulls back, just enough to look at you, eyes blazing once again, chest heaving like he's watched it all again in his blink. “You wanted me to drag you out of there like a fucking animal?”
“Yes,” you breathe, desperate, pulling his face back close to yours “I wanted you to see me. Theo”
“I’ve always seen you,” he hisses, his hand gripping your thigh, hiking your skirt higher. “I’ve seen you since we were twelve. I saw you before my parents said your name. I picked you before I even knew I could.”
You whimper, and that’s it, you've broken something in him. He doesn’t care about the corridor anymore, or the party happening on the other side of the wall, or the fact that anyone could walk out and see.
He turns you around fast your cheek pressed against the cool stone, his body flush behind you, one arm tight into you hip, the other bracing the door shut so nobody can walk out and see you like this beneath him.
“This what you wanted?” he growls into your ear. “To drive me mad?”
You can barely speak. “Yes”
“To make me jealous?”
“Yes, Theo, please”
He pushes your hair aside and mouths at your neck, biting down just enough to leave marks, to stake a claim. His voice drops, dark and low and dangerous:
“Then don’t cry when I show you what happens when you’re mine.”
You gasp, a soft sound muffled by the stone. His breath is hot against your neck, his hand still locked around your hip like it’s the only thing anchoring him to sanity.
“You’re so fucking lucky,” he hisses, lips pressed to your ear, “that you weren’t wearing that ring when you pulled that shit with Enzo.”
His hand tightens on your waist, dragging you back harder against him. You gasp—he doesn’t care.
“If I’d seen that ring near his jaw,” he growls, voice shaking with rage, “if your finger even brushed his face, while wearing our fucking rin-”
He cuts himself off, exhaling sharp through his nose.
“I would've shattered it. His face. His jaw. Your hand with it if I had to.”
You open your mouth to say something in return, but you can't
"Put your hand to my face, baby", he practically begs in a low whisper
You oblige, your shaky hand settles on his cheek, and he could cry.
His own hand meets yours, fingers tracing the ring like it’s a vow.
In the distance you hear Pasny calling your name, Theo mutters all sorts of filth towards the floor, if she comes through the doors this moment is over, the moment you both waited so long for
"Theo, I need you", you let out, your frantic eyes lock with Theo's, silently begging him to not let her take you away from him right now.
He understands immediately, picking you up and leading you both away from the chaos, towards his dorm.
His pace so quick that you tighten your grip on him so you don't fall, as his door creaks open then shut, you have no idea whats waiting for you.
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Theo Nott x curly-haired reader - imagine
Description: You never wear your hair naturally curly. When your boyfriend finally sees your hair curly for the first time, he loses his mind.
fluff
(unedited) word count: 852 words
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It was tireless work.
Every single day.
The faint steam that rose with each swipe, the sharp crackle as your curls resisted the iron’s pull. The smell of heat, the sting of singed ends, the ache in your arms as you pressed and tugged section after section into submission.
That's how Theo knew you, that's how everybody knew you, the girl with the straight hair, there was nothing to it really.
Until this morning, that was.
You wake up in a daze, your alarm blaring at you like it wanted you up and ready one hour ago.
It wasn't until your hardly open eyes squinted enough to catch a glimpse of the time, breakfast was over, and you had 4 minutes to make it to your class.
You shot upright, dressed in record time, and slammed your dorm door behind you.
You make it just as everyone else was walking from the cooridor to the classroom, thats when you caught eyes with Theodore, who was standing dead in his tracks, as hes shoulders shoved left to right from fellow peers working there was around him.
He was a statue, unmoving, his eyes glued to you like it was the first time he had seen you.
Your brows lightly tugged as you got closer to him. When you're finally face to face, you swear you hear him inhale twice, like his first breath wouldn't suffice.
"Your hair" he doated as his hands found their way to cling to the back of your head
"My what?" you almost laugh
"Darling, you're hair. It's hypnotic," his eyes poured into your own his fingers twisted a curl
"I don't understa-" you mutter, the last word failing to finish as you catch a glimpse of yourself in the glass reflection
"No!" you screech, swatting his hand away
"Yes!" Theo opposed his hands now, swallowing your fustered face
"No, no, no, no", you scrambled, grabbing fistfuls of curls
"Yes, yes, yes, yes" your boyfriend beamed with a shit eating grin spreading across his face
“I fell asleep with it wet,” you explained in a rush. “I was so tired I forgot all about it this morning, I—Merlin, I even missed breakfast sleeping in—”
“I know,” he cut in softly, thumb brushing along your temple, utterly unbothered by your spiral. “I wondered where you were.” His lips twitched, eyes still devouring you whole. “But baby, this… this was a happy mistake. Merlins gifted me a miracle.”
“A miracle?” you almost choked, staring at him like he’d gone mad.
“Yes,” Theo rushed, words tumbling out before you could argue. “Just last night I was thinking, it’s so bloody unfair to everyone else, how beautiful you are. Like, it should be illegal. And I thought, there’s no possible way you could get any more perfect.” His hands were moving now, pulling you closer, his voice growing more frantic with each word. “And then—” he gestured helplessly at your curls, his jaw clenching as if the sight of you was causing him actual pain, “you roll out of bed like this.”
“Like this?” you repeated, dubious, tugging at your hair again.
“Yes!” His voice cracked into something raw, unfiltered. “Like this! It’s like you’re trying to kill me.”
Before you could protest, his arms wrapped around you fully, pressing your head firmly into his chest, curls crushed against the fabric of his jumper. You felt the rumble of his laugh above you, shaky, uneven, his heart beating fast enough that you wondered if maybe you had killed him after all.
“Theo,” you mumbled against him, voice muffled.
“No, don’t ‘Theo’ me,” he countered immediately, burying his nose into your hair, inhaling like he’d been starved of air his whole life. “You’ve been hiding this from me. From everyone. And it’s criminal, darling, absolutely criminal.”
Your lips twitched, half ready to argue, half ready to melt. “You’re insane.”
“Mad about you,” he corrected easily, the words slipping out like instinct. He tilted your face up then, his thumb brushing your cheek, his eyes dark and earnest. “Swear to me you’ll stop hiding. Don’t take this away from me again.”
It was ridiculous, it was only hair, but the way he looked at you, curls tangled between his fingers like something holy, you thought maybe, just maybe, it was more than that.
"Go on, get into class and save me a seat. I'll be ten minutes," he ordered with a gentle kiss on your cheek
"Where are you going?" you call out to him, Theo looking back, already half down the hallway
"To hide your straightener", he laughed, but nothing was funny. He was serious, and you knew it. You returned the laugh, shaking your head in disbelief.
Maybe you could get used to your curly hair.
...
And yes, this is one hundred percent me projecting, as I have left my naturally curly hair out wild and untamed for the first time in forever.
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Jealous Theo who is betrothed to you and you guys are in the same friend group but avoid each other because you both feel forced by your parents. Secretly like each other and secretly trying to make the other jealous until Theo can’t handle it anymore 😍🥰😋
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word count: 2.7K
Slow-burning lovers arranged marriage trope
Warning: Mild language, Sexual implied but not explicitly stated
also unedited, spelling and grammar is defiently off but its 2;30 am and I cbf re-reading and editing lmao.
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You know that it's not normal to be betrothed at seventeen.
You know that it's not normal to not talk to your finance.
You had both been told of the wedding plans over tea on an arbitrary Tuesday morning, you and your parents on one side of the table, Theodore and his on the other.
You didn't know if you had choked or spat out your piping-hot English Breakfast; maybe it was both, but what you do remember for certain is that Theodore didn't flinch.
That's what frustrated you most about him, his cold, gargoylish face always so unflinching, so unfeeling, it told you nothing, it never had in your whole existence of knowing Theo.
Fast forward to now, you feel everything so deeply nowadays, every sense, every temperature, every sound, every sensation by tenfold. As you look down at your hand weakly resting on the great hall dining table, you can't avoid the rock on your finger; no one can really.
You hear it all the time, you were surrounded by teenage romantics after all, the girls would stop you in hallways and squeal over the shining thing that decorated the finger beside your pinky.
It seemed like everyone stared at your ring, except the one who gave it to you.
When he slipped it on your hand, he didn't smile; his hands steady below your own, his eyes only meeting yours for a second.
You can't blame him, since the two of you were put in this arrangement, you had both pulled desperately away from each other.
How could either of you continue a friendship knowing that you're bound for life.
So that's how it continued, you would both sit on opposite sides of the couch when in the common room, Pansy, Draco and Blaise filling the space between you two.
You would walk into the library, scan the aisles of books, and find Theo browsing for his own. You turned on your heels and left; it was easier that way, you thought. He thought so too.
You thought about him too much for someone so distant, but that was the trouble, having the same friends, growing up together, forced proximity, you could only avoid him so much. There was no limit on how much you could think about him though, your brain couldn't shut him out or off, more than you could ever admit to yourself.
You lie facing the dark green ceiling of Pansy's bedroom, entranced in a daydream, that is of course, until you feel your hand aggressively yanked up by Pansys not so soft hand. "Look at the size of this thing", She laughed "I'll never understand how you got so lucky" she huffed
"Lucky, Lucky" you laughed in return, sitting upright "What's lucky about this?" you continue
"Yes, lucky honey, if it all turns sour, this ring will get you at least one hundred thousand galleons from a shady store in Diagon", she laughed
"Mhm" you hum, your mind occupied
"So have you guys, you know-" Pansy pries, elbowing you gently
"Pans, we don't speak, let alone" you pause and elbow her back
"I bet you want to" she smiles
"Pansy!" You almost scream, throwing a pillow in her direction
She's too quick catching the pillow and returning it to you with force "He's your finance! You should be doing all that and more", she retaliates
"And would you look at that, you're so blushing and you so want him" she continues
you felt your cheeks on fire, hiding your face into her pillow
you mutter a response into the pillow, she rips it from under you, demanding you repeat what you had said
"I said I don't know what to do, Pans! Besides he's always flirting with girls in front of me, there's something that's hidden deep in my heart"
She looks at you blankly, before her face erupts, "I knew it, I bloody knew you had in fact have something for him, and you didn't tell me until now?" she shrieks
"Pansy, I just admitted it to myself, literally as the words just left my mouth" You huff, "I don't know what to do" you almost frown
"test the waters, tease him a little" she explains
"Tease him how?" you question wide eyes looking as clueless as ever
"Oh my lovely innocent duckling, flirt with someone else in front of him and if he reacts, then you know he feels the same, you've never played the game back" Pansy praised her hand gently brushing your hair with her fingers
"Maybe with Enzo?" you suggest
"Yes! Exactly with Enzo, Merlin Theo is going to rage, our best friend Lorenzo and his fiancée," She giggles, sprinting into her wardrobe she begins to throw clothes your way shouting from a distance "Wear something of mine, something short, Oh my, could this get any better it's Enzo's birthday tomorrow, a Randevu with the birthday boy, Perfect, just perfect! at his party you need to..." Pansy rambled on and on you take a deep breath losing focus of her words, instead you picture a certain someone shutting your eyes tight, you tried to squeeze his face out of your imagination.
...
The next night, the common room is glowing green with enchanted lanterns, loud with music and louder chaos. Draco spiked the butterbeer, and Blaise has his wand extended as he runs through the road, levitating cake through the air, slapping pansy ass with his free hand as he passes
"You look edible. All you have to do is exist near Enzo, and Theo’ll combust.” Pansy says over the music
You open your mouth to reply, something sarcastic, maybe some reluctance, but your breath hitches instead.
Because Theo is already flirting.
He’s seated on the far couch, his legs man spread with a girl draped on the arm beside him. Ravenclaw, you think you recognise her, but your eyes squint as you watch her nails tracing the edge of his sleeve as she leans into his shoulder.
You feel it immediately a sharp, dizzy twist low in your stomach. Like jealousy poured into your body and absorbed into your ribs.
Your stomach churns with a sharpness you couldn't ignore this time.
Pansy clocks it instantly. “Oh. Oh. He’s trying to get a reaction.”
“Well, he’s about to get one,” you mutter, already scanning the room for Enzo, you feel Pansy adjust your skirt even higher than it already is.
Just as you move, Pansy grabs your hand. “Wait. Let me try it on.”
“What?” you blink.
“The ring. Just for a second.” She holds out her hand dramatically, already a few drinks in, eyes glittering. “Come on, I'm gonna go show Blaise how good I'd look with one on, maybe he'll pop the question on the spot" she pokes her tongue out
You roll your eyes but pull it off, hesitating just a moment before she snatches, slipping it onto her finger. It feels naked. Your skin misses it immediately, as if it were never meant to come off at all.
Pansy slips it onto her finger with a mock gasp. “Look at me,” she sighs, lifting her hand towards Blaise,
You don’t laugh. You can’t.
Instead, you turn, heels clicking toward Enzo.
You stumble through the crowd, Enzo at the drinks table, already halfway through something deadly-looking. His smile spreads wide when he sees you.
“Birthday boy,” you sing, running a finger lightly up his arm. “How lucky am I to spend your birthday with you?” you smile widely
“Is this sweetness my birthday present?” he grins, playing along instantly, as his own hands trail up your waist “Now what about your fiance, you remember him sorta my best friend, would sorta kick both our asses”
You lean in, letting your lips graze his jaw. “I have no idea what you mean.”
Setting your eyes toward Theo, your hand slowly makes its way to cup Enzo's face, eyes still glued to Theodore as Enzo entertains this forthcoming and dangerous game.
You want him to see every inch of it.
But when your eyes flick back to the couch,
He’s gone.
You return your gaze to Lorenzo, who is smiling up a thunderstorm, before you can even straighten up, a familiar hand curls around your arm.
You’re yanked back with a roughness that makes you gasp, the drink nearly slipping from your fingers.
You hear Enzo laugh in the distance, but it's all happening too fast.
“Theo—” you start, but he’s already pulling you away from it all, through the throng of people, past a very pleased Pansy and out into the corridor.
He drags you through the room like a man possessed. Through the bodies, through the music, through the haze of alcohol and flickering light.
The common room door slams shut behind you.
And suddenly it’s just you and him in the corridor, you suddenly feel the cold of the night shiver down your spine
Your pulse is thudding against your throat.
“What the fuck was that?” you demand, yanking your arm back
He spins to face you, chest heaving. “Where’s your ring?”
“What?”
“Don’t play stupid with me. Where. Is. Your. Fucking. Ring.”
You’re stunned silent.
He’s never spoken to you like this. Never looked at you like this.
“Pansy asked to try it on and-” you almost stutter through your words, he's never been so close to you
“And you gave it to her?” he interrupts
You're breathless. “It’s just a ring.”
His face twists. “Don’t say that.”
“It is,” you snap. “You never even looked at it before. You flirt with girls in front of me like I don’t exist, so don't act like it matters or that we're in a real relationship, ok, don't pretend now you suddenly care that I’m not wearing it-" your pleading broken eyes are betraying the coldness in your voice
“I chose you!”
The words ring through the corridor like a spell.
You freeze.
“What?”
His fists fidget and clench at his sides, like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands like he's fighting his all to not out them on your hips to stabilise himself.
“My parents wanted me to marry Daphne Greengrass,” he grits out. “That's who they suggested first, but I refused"
You swallow your heart in your throat.
“I told them it would be you or I wouldn’t be anyone. That if it wasn't you that their bloodline ould die with me” he stops himself, jaw locking. “Our families have always been close so I convinced them and fucking hell it wasn't easy. My father owed Daphnes father a favour; he would've returned it with an engagement but my parents and your parents get along so well, they came to agreement”
Your breathing picked up at a pace you couldn't control
“I wanted you,” he says. “I have always wanted you.” he inches closer
You stare at him, barely breathing. The corridor seems to shrink around you.
"Do you know how much I've missed our friendship Theodore?" you hiss
"I know and I-" he begins
"No, you pushed away completely, I thought you hated me, it was killing me" You couldn't control yourself, you began to shove his chest hard yet completely ineffectivly
"You wanted me? You never- fucking- showed- it" you continue with your pathetic attempts of aggression, until his hands so disciplined and sturdy grabbed hold of your wrist, halting another push
“Because the second I touch you-” his voice breaks, his eyes wild“I won’t be able to stop. I’ve spent months trying to keep it together. Do you have any idea what it’s been like, watching you avoid me, watching you pretend I’m not in the room, while I’ve been trying to be decent-?”
You step forward before you can stop yourself
“You don’t have to be decent anymore.”
The air between you trembles.
He looks at you like he might come undone.
“You’re mine,” he whispers as your foreheads fall together to connect
“I know,” you say, voice shaking, not brave enough to look into his eyes
“And you’re not taking that ring off again.” you feel his head shake in disapproval
You nod, slowly desperately. “I'll go get it"
"Don't move alright, stay here" his hands in yours unwillingly part as he disappears back into the party. You look around for the first time since arriving in the corridor, and before your can take a healthy breaht into your lungs, Theodore's hand is on your back, stealing your oxygen again.
"Shit-head fucking Pasny" he mutters as he toweres over you
He slides the ring back onto your finger with trembling hands, his breath ragged, his gaze locked on yours like it would kill him to look away.
And then?
He kisses you.
Not soft. Not sweet.
But hard, and angry, and starved. Like he’s putting the choice into your mouth, reminding you who you belong to and exactly why.
All tongue and teeth and months of swallowed rage. He kisses like he fights you, consuming, ruthless.
Your back hits the wall of the corridor, and he presses his whole body into yours, like he needs you under him, around him, everywhere all at once. You gasp into his mouth, and the sound makes him groan.
“I hate that you made me watch that shit you pulled with Enzo,” he growls against your lips, biting down softly before kissing you again, harder. “I hate that you knew I’d snap.”
“I wanted you to,” you gasp.
He pulls back, just enough to look at you, eyes blazing once again, chest heaving like he's watched it all again in his blink. “You wanted me to drag you out of there like a fucking animal?”
“Yes,” you breathe, desperate, pulling his face back close to yours “I wanted you to see me. Theo”
“I’ve always seen you,” he hisses, his hand gripping your thigh, hiking your skirt higher. “I’ve seen you since we were twelve. I saw you before my parents said your name. I picked you before I even knew I could.”
You whimper, and that’s it, you've broken something in him. He doesn’t care about the corridor anymore, or the party happening on the other side of the wall, or the fact that anyone could walk out and see.
He turns you around fast your cheek pressed against the cool stone, his body flush behind you, one arm tight into you hip, the other bracing the door shut so nobody can walk out and see you like this beneath him.
“This what you wanted?” he growls into your ear. “To drive me mad?”
You can barely speak. “Yes”
“To make me jealous?”
“Yes, Theo, please”
He pushes your hair aside and mouths at your neck, biting down just enough to leave marks, to stake a claim. His voice drops, dark and low and dangerous:
“Then don’t cry when I show you what happens when you’re mine.”
You gasp, a soft sound muffled by the stone. His breath is hot against your neck, his hand still locked around your hip like it’s the only thing anchoring him to sanity.
“You’re so fucking lucky,” he hisses, lips pressed to your ear, “that you weren’t wearing that ring when you pulled that shit with Enzo.”
His hand tightens on your waist, dragging you back harder against him. You gasp—he doesn’t care.
“If I’d seen that ring near his jaw,” he growls, voice shaking with rage, “if your finger even brushed his face, while wearing our fucking rin-”
He cuts himself off, exhaling sharp through his nose.
“I would've shattered it. His face. His jaw. Your hand with it if I had to.”
You open your mouth to say something in return, but you can't
"Put your hand to my face, baby", he practically begs in a low whisper
You oblige, your shaky hand settles on his cheek, and he could cry.
His own hand meets yours, fingers tracing the ring like it’s a vow.
In the distance you hear Pasny calling your name, Theo mutters all sorts of filth towards the floor, if she comes through the doors this moment is over, the moment you both waited so long for
"Theo, I need you", you let out, your frantic eyes lock with Theo's, silently begging him to not let her take you away from him right now.
He understands immediately, picking you up and leading you both away from the chaos, towards his dorm.
His pace so quick that you tighten your grip on him so you don't fall, as his door creaks open then shut, you have no idea whats waiting for you.
...
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Just breathe - Theo Nott x reader.
Word count: 2k
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Description: The castle was in pieces. The war ended only moments ago, but for Theodore, nothing matters except finding you in the wreckage. You were supposed to make it. You had to make it.
Warnings: War trauma, blood, near-death experience, swearing, emotional distress, depictions of death (non-graphic), mild dark themes, swearing, unedited
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The castle was still burning.
The air was so warm.
Though all Theodore felt was the cold cement below him.
He tasted the thick metallic blood that was slowly reaching the back of his throat, desperately trying to rack his mind over what had just happened.
He smelled smoke so close it was as if he was inhaling it just as he would his cigarette.
'oh fuck, I'm absolutely dying' he thought to himself, or had he said it out loud?
His closed eyes winced, remembering the flashes of green, had someone killed him, or even tried to? Was he dead? At the hand of someone he knew, or maybe not. Maybe it wasn’t even meant for him. That's the thing with war, it didn’t have to mean anything to kill you, it just does.
Most of his body stiffened numb. His mind racing, where was his wand? He couldn't feel it between his fingers; he could hardly feel anything.
Where was he? Holy shit. Where are you.
With that, he jolted up, like a force against nature. As he sat up he took a gasp of air so heavy like a newborn's first breath, his hands wild from the rocking floor to his hair.
His first instinct was to get on his feet. His unsteady balance rocked as he paced to find you.
'where are you, no seriously where the fuck are you' he thought as he searched the faces of those around him
"You better be fucking alive" he said out loud, Theodore became so determined to reach you he paid no attention to the wreck around him, not to the blood stains that painted over every second step he took nor the cries he heard from what was once the great hall.
He looked up for a brief moment, he saw the mother and fathers, friends and peers weep over their losses. Bodies laying cold so close together, so many. So he only allowed himself a brief moment, he wouldn't go in, why would he, you aren't in there waiting to be mourned. Keep walking, he told himself as he walked past, not through the great hall.
His stride turned manic.
The constant ringing in his ear became a stopwatch, as if he was running out of time before he would find you.
Until he stopped in his tracks.
All that blood he tasted in his mouth, he was about to throw it up.
There you were.
His heart didn’t stop; it slammed.
“No—no, no—” he roared
He fell to his knees when he reached you, if you could even call it that, it was a pathetic attempt get to you, to grip your shoulders, to shake you up, he has fallen his chest colliding with ground next to you, the ground giving way like it wants to swallow him whole.
When his hand gripped your cold hand, he dipped his head into your chest, desperate to feel the rise and fall of breath.
“Don’t do this,” he rasps, his voice barely there. “Don’t fucking do this to me.”
He presses harder against your chest with the flat of his hand, then curls it into a fist and lets it hover, useless. Like he could beat your heart back to life. Like he would, if that’s what it took.
“I’m right here,” he chokes, his forehead pressed to yours now, the dirt between you be damned. “You hear me? I’m right fucking here.”
He couldn't feel anything, maybe that was because he was losing all control of his senses at the sight of you like this.
You don’t react. You don’t move. You don’t even twitch.
And that’s what makes the panic crawl up his throat, because if you were hurting, you’d scream. If you were okay, you’d speak.
But you don’t do either.
You just lie there. Limp. Quiet. Unbreathing.
He dragged you onto his lap, he cradled your face with his dirty hands.
“Wake up. Please. Just get up.”
“I swear to Merlin, I’ll never smoke again. I-I won’t steal your pumpkin juice without asking, I swear—”
His hand skated from your cheek, to your neck, to your chest.
Why weren’t you breathing?
“Breathe,” he begged. “The fuck, breathe—”
He shook you. Gentle at first. Then harder.
“Breathe for me”
He clutched your shoulders and hauled you upright, holding you tight against his chest like his ribs could do what your lungs wouldn’t.
“Breathe in me, breathe with me, just fucking breathe.”
It came out like a sob. He didn’t care, he was angry at you now, get up.
...
Somewhere far off, there was a sound. Ash. Stone. Burnt magic. Blood. You couldn’t tell if it was yours. Couldn’t tell if it mattered.
Everything felt heavy. Your ears rang. Your knees were scraped raw. Something was pressing down on you. Or maybe your body was caving in from the inside.
It’s over. That’s what it's saying.
But it doesn’t feel over. Not when your ears are ringing again. Not when your knees are scraped raw. Not when the only thing you can feel is the ache in your lungs.
Focus.
You could hear someone.
There it was again.
Saying your name like a prayer.
You knew that voice.
Theo.
“Please. Look at me.”
You tried.
You really tried.
Your limbs wouldn’t move.
“No—no, come on,” he sobbed. “Breathe. Please. Please”
You wanted to. You wanted to more than anything.
But your chest wouldn’t lift.
You were so fucking tired.
And he’s sobbing now, arms pulling you up into him, holding you against his heartbeat like he’s trying to give it to you. Like he’ll give you anything if you’ll just stay.
“I don’t care. Breathe for me. Breathe in me. Breathe with me. Just fucking breathe.”
You feel it. That crackle, like lightning in your ribs. The sharp sting of return.
And then air.
A gasp.
Yours.
...
The feeling was so faint, he thought he imagined it. But then again, there it was. A breath. A real one. A shallow, wheezing drag of air against his collarbone.
He jerks back, his face flinches. Stares. His eyes are wide, wild. Red.
And there you finally were, eyes opening, he felt your chest inhale and exhale.
“You stupid, stubborn girl. You scared the shit out of me.”
You tried to smile. It barely reached your lips, but he could tell
You felt so exhausted you closed your eyes again, Theo felt panic surge in his chest.
“Baby, look at me, eyes open, OK?”
“I’m tired.”
“I don’t care. You’re not dying in my arms, alright? You’re not doing that to me,” he began to shake you, to keep you awake, to keep you alive
You nod so gently that Theo lets out a groan.
He watched you nod, it was so polite, it shattered him.
Your eyes opened a little wider with each blink. You shifted, just enough to pull back slightly, glancing around in a daze.
Theo’s hand went to your heart. He had to check again. Just to make sure.
Still beating. Still real.
When your breathing evened out, slow and full, Theodore let himself fall back, his body collapsing next to you.
He let out a scream of agony at the idea of you dying, at the sight of finding your unmoving body just moments ago, each time he blinked, exhaustion, everything
“You scared the shit out of me,” he panted, rubbing his face.
You turned your head toward him.
“You scream like a girl.” Your sympathetic eyes meet his
He barked a what he could make of a laugh. It wasn’t pretty, but it was real. A sound that shouldn’t exist in a place like this, and yet here it was.
He wiped a hand down his face, smearing blood, trying to get a grip on himself, on you, on the fact that you were still here.
“I hate you,” he breathed, the kind of thing you only say to someone you love so much.
You think you laughed, too, or maybe it was just an exhale.
“Yeah, well,” he shrugged weakly. “You weren’t fucking breathing.”
“I am now,” you whispered.
You leaned your head against his shoulder. The ruins of the battle echoed around you in silence.
And then
“Are they okay?” you asked. “The others — Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Mattheo, Lorenzo...?
He blinked. Looked around. “We all got separated. But I think I- I hope”
“Theo?”
It was Draco’s voice, his footsteps crunching under rubble.
Then Blaise.
Then Lorenzo’s wild laugh of relief.
Then Pansy sobbed. Mattheo’s yelling.
It was like fate was finally on your side there you all were, bloody, bruised, broken but fucking alive.
Everyone was talking at once, some yelling, some crying. You grabbed Pansy. Mattheo grabbed Theo. Blaise was hugging you even before you could protest.
Theo pulled you back into him, arms around your waist again. “We’re going home,” he murmured into your hair.
You blinked up
“We are home.”
“Look around, not anymore.”
You turned. “Then where?”
“My place,” he interrupted. “Ours, if you want.”
There was a long pause. Then he looked at the others.
"All of us" Theo stated. Pansy gave a low, agreeing nod
Draco scoffed, trying to mask the trembling in his hands. “Everyone will think we’re cowards for leaving.”
Mattheo spun on him. “We’re not running,” he snapped. “We’re surviving. Do you realise most of these people hate us? Hate our families?”
Silence.
No one argues.
They all know he’s right.
"They’ll look at our faces and see everything they lost. Everything they'll blame. You think they’ll thank us for bleeding beside them?” he continues
No one speaks.
“They’ll tolerate us. At best. And at worst?” Mattheo swallows hard. “They’ll destroy us, just like they wanted to destroy them.”
"We'll Apparate now, the house is hidden, it's not on records, it's perfect" Theo suggests
You all nod in agreement, holding out your hands, taking a deep breath, the air you could finally breathe was once again yours.
..........
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Just breathe - Theo Nott x reader.
Word count: 2k
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Description: The castle was in pieces. The war ended only moments ago, but for Theodore, nothing matters except finding you in the wreckage. You were supposed to make it. You had to make it.
Warnings: War trauma, blood, near-death experience, swearing, emotional distress, depictions of death (non-graphic), mild dark themes, swearing, unedited
Reblogs, comments, and likes are extremely appreciated. <3
...
The castle was still burning.
The air was so warm.
Though all Theodore felt was the cold cement below him.
He tasted the thick metallic blood that was slowly reaching the back of his throat, desperately trying to rack his mind over what had just happened.
He smelled smoke so close it was as if he was inhaling it just as he would his cigarette.
'oh fuck, I'm absolutely dying' he thought to himself, or had he said it out loud?
His closed eyes winced, remembering the flashes of green, had someone killed him, or even tried to? Was he dead? At the hand of someone he knew, or maybe not. Maybe it wasn’t even meant for him. That's the thing with war, it didn’t have to mean anything to kill you, it just does.
Most of his body stiffened numb. His mind racing, where was his wand? He couldn't feel it between his fingers; he could hardly feel anything.
Where was he? Holy shit. Where are you.
With that, he jolted up, like a force against nature. As he sat up he took a gasp of air so heavy like a newborn's first breath, his hands wild from the rocking floor to his hair.
His first instinct was to get on his feet. His unsteady balance rocked as he paced to find you.
'where are you, no seriously where the fuck are you' he thought as he searched the faces of those around him
"You better be fucking alive" he said out loud, Theodore became so determined to reach you he paid no attention to the wreck around him, not to the blood stains that painted over every second step he took nor the cries he heard from what was once the great hall.
He looked up for a brief moment, he saw the mother and fathers, friends and peers weep over their losses. Bodies laying cold so close together, so many. So he only allowed himself a brief moment, he wouldn't go in, why would he, you aren't in there waiting to be mourned. Keep walking, he told himself as he walked past, not through the great hall.
His stride turned manic.
The constant ringing in his ear became a stopwatch, as if he was running out of time before he would find you.
Until he stopped in his tracks.
All that blood he tasted in his mouth, he was about to throw it up.
There you were.
His heart didn’t stop; it slammed.
“No—no, no—” he roared
He fell to his knees when he reached you, if you could even call it that, it was a pathetic attempt get to you, to grip your shoulders, to shake you up, he has fallen his chest colliding with ground next to you, the ground giving way like it wants to swallow him whole.
When his hand gripped your cold hand, he dipped his head into your chest, desperate to feel the rise and fall of breath.
“Don’t do this,” he rasps, his voice barely there. “Don’t fucking do this to me.”
He presses harder against your chest with the flat of his hand, then curls it into a fist and lets it hover, useless. Like he could beat your heart back to life. Like he would, if that’s what it took.
“I’m right here,” he chokes, his forehead pressed to yours now, the dirt between you be damned. “You hear me? I’m right fucking here.”
He couldn't feel anything, maybe that was because he was losing all control of his senses at the sight of you like this.
You don’t react. You don’t move. You don’t even twitch.
And that’s what makes the panic crawl up his throat, because if you were hurting, you’d scream. If you were okay, you’d speak.
But you don’t do either.
You just lie there. Limp. Quiet. Unbreathing.
He dragged you onto his lap, he cradled your face with his dirty hands.
“Wake up. Please. Just get up.”
“I swear to Merlin, I’ll never smoke again. I-I won’t steal your pumpkin juice without asking, I swear—”
His hand skated from your cheek, to your neck, to your chest.
Why weren’t you breathing?
“Breathe,” he begged. “The fuck, breathe—”
He shook you. Gentle at first. Then harder.
“Breathe for me”
He clutched your shoulders and hauled you upright, holding you tight against his chest like his ribs could do what your lungs wouldn’t.
“Breathe in me, breathe with me, just fucking breathe.”
It came out like a sob. He didn’t care, he was angry at you now, get up.
...
Somewhere far off, there was a sound. Ash. Stone. Burnt magic. Blood. You couldn’t tell if it was yours. Couldn’t tell if it mattered.
Everything felt heavy. Your ears rang. Your knees were scraped raw. Something was pressing down on you. Or maybe your body was caving in from the inside.
It’s over. That’s what it's saying.
But it doesn’t feel over. Not when your ears are ringing again. Not when your knees are scraped raw. Not when the only thing you can feel is the ache in your lungs.
Focus.
You could hear someone.
There it was again.
Saying your name like a prayer.
You knew that voice.
Theo.
“Please. Look at me.”
You tried.
You really tried.
Your limbs wouldn’t move.
“No—no, come on,” he sobbed. “Breathe. Please. Please”
You wanted to. You wanted to more than anything.
But your chest wouldn’t lift.
You were so fucking tired.
And he’s sobbing now, arms pulling you up into him, holding you against his heartbeat like he’s trying to give it to you. Like he’ll give you anything if you’ll just stay.
“I don’t care. Breathe for me. Breathe in me. Breathe with me. Just fucking breathe.”
You feel it. That crackle, like lightning in your ribs. The sharp sting of return.
And then air.
A gasp.
Yours.
...
The feeling was so faint, he thought he imagined it. But then again, there it was. A breath. A real one. A shallow, wheezing drag of air against his collarbone.
He jerks back, his face flinches. Stares. His eyes are wide, wild. Red.
And there you finally were, eyes opening, he felt your chest inhale and exhale.
“You stupid, stubborn girl. You scared the shit out of me.”
You tried to smile. It barely reached your lips, but he could tell
You felt so exhausted you closed your eyes again, Theo felt panic surge in his chest.
“Baby, look at me, eyes open, OK?”
“I’m tired.”
“I don’t care. You’re not dying in my arms, alright? You’re not doing that to me,” he began to shake you, to keep you awake, to keep you alive
You nod so gently that Theo lets out a groan.
He watched you nod, it was so polite, it shattered him.
Your eyes opened a little wider with each blink. You shifted, just enough to pull back slightly, glancing around in a daze.
Theo’s hand went to your heart. He had to check again. Just to make sure.
Still beating. Still real.
When your breathing evened out, slow and full, Theodore let himself fall back, his body collapsing next to you.
He let out a scream of agony at the idea of you dying, at the sight of finding your unmoving body just moments ago, each time he blinked, exhaustion, everything
“You scared the shit out of me,” he panted, rubbing his face.
You turned your head toward him.
“You scream like a girl.” Your sympathetic eyes meet his
He barked a what he could make of a laugh. It wasn’t pretty, but it was real. A sound that shouldn’t exist in a place like this, and yet here it was.
He wiped a hand down his face, smearing blood, trying to get a grip on himself, on you, on the fact that you were still here.
“I hate you,” he breathed, the kind of thing you only say to someone you love so much.
You think you laughed, too, or maybe it was just an exhale.
“Yeah, well,” he shrugged weakly. “You weren’t fucking breathing.”
“I am now,” you whispered.
You leaned your head against his shoulder. The ruins of the battle echoed around you in silence.
And then
“Are they okay?” you asked. “The others — Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Mattheo, Lorenzo...?
He blinked. Looked around. “We all got separated. But I think I- I hope”
“Theo?”
It was Draco’s voice, his footsteps crunching under rubble.
Then Blaise.
Then Lorenzo’s wild laugh of relief.
Then Pansy sobbed. Mattheo’s yelling.
It was like fate was finally on your side there you all were, bloody, bruised, broken but fucking alive.
Everyone was talking at once, some yelling, some crying. You grabbed Pansy. Mattheo grabbed Theo. Blaise was hugging you even before you could protest.
Theo pulled you back into him, arms around your waist again. “We’re going home,” he murmured into your hair.
You blinked up
“We are home.”
“Look around, not anymore.”
You turned. “Then where?”
“My place,” he interrupted. “Ours, if you want.”
There was a long pause. Then he looked at the others.
"All of us" Theo stated. Pansy gave a low, agreeing nod
Draco scoffed, trying to mask the trembling in his hands. “Everyone will think we’re cowards for leaving.”
Mattheo spun on him. “We’re not running,” he snapped. “We’re surviving. Do you realise most of these people hate us? Hate our families?”
Silence.
No one argues.
They all know he’s right.
"They’ll look at our faces and see everything they lost. Everything they'll blame. You think they’ll thank us for bleeding beside them?” he continues
No one speaks.
“They’ll tolerate us. At best. And at worst?” Mattheo swallows hard. “They’ll destroy us, just like they wanted to destroy them.”
"We'll Apparate now, the house is hidden, it's not on records, it's perfect" Theo suggests
You all nod in agreement, holding out your hands, taking a deep breath, the air you could finally breathe was once again yours.
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